Birds -- Juvenile literature; Birds -- Nests -- Juvenile literature; Natural history -- Juvenile literature
If the plaster wall be by any chance removed, the poor bird loses not
a moment in replacing it; and though she has apparently great dread
of any enemy—the woodpecker, snake, man, or whatever else he may be,
disturbing her—yet so faithfully devoted is she to her duties, that
scarcely anything will induce her to leave the eggs or young. She
fights vigorously in defence of her home and its treasures, striking
out with her bill and wings, and making a hissing, angry noise. Nay,
timid and shy as she naturally is, she will suffer herself to be
carried off captive rather than desert her charge.
Let me conclude with one of Bechstein’s anecdotes of the nuthatch:—
“A lady amused herself in the winter by throwing seeds on the terrace,
below the window, to feed the birds in the neighbourhood. She put some
hemp-seed and cracked nuts even on the window-sill, and on a board, for
her particular favourites, the blue-tits. Two nuthatches came one day
to have their share of this repast, and were so well pleased that they
became quite familiar, and did not even go away in the following spring
to get their natural food and to build their nest in the wood. They
settled themselves in the hollow of an old tree near the house.
“As soon as the two young ones which were reared here were ready to
fly, they brought them to the hospitable window, where they were to be
nourished, and soon after disappeared entirely. It was amusing to see
these two new visitors hang or climb on the walls or blinds, whilst
their benefactress put their food on the board. These pretty creatures
as well as the tits, knew her so well, that when she drove away the
sparrows, which came to steal what was not intended for them, they did
not fly away also, but seemed to know what was done was only to protect
and defend them. They remained near the house for the whole summer,
rarely wandering, till one fatal day, at the beginning of the sporting
season, in autumn, on hearing the report of a gun, they disappeared and
were never seen again.”
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Watson & Hazell, Printers, 28, Charles Street, Hatton Garden.
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